The colchium report

Only two years ago Dad's "air blooming lilies" were crowded in a weed infested bed by the porch.

Moving them was part of the great garden makeover.

They had multiplied so in thirty years that every shovel full brought up half a dozen bulbs.

We replanted hundreds, and gave away a hundred or two more.

They are all reported to be blooming now.

Some have been through adventures.

At least two friends set them aside

And later found the persistent little bulbs exploding from the bag!

One sent me a picture.

 This is the second year in the new home in the garden.

They get along well with the woolly thyme.

And the yuccas.

There is no stopping yuccas, either.

The chipmunk nibbled the first crocus up,

But now there are just too many to keep up.

Many of the bulbs have doubled.

A colchium abundance.

Pig still has his impatiens.

This week's towels. Natural.
I find I don't like them as well as I thought I would,
All texture and no tone.
So utilitarian. So Shaker.
But, it is what it is.

And I picked out a cone of colchium to finish the warp.